I am a ghost messenger, why do I need a long life?

Just when Xu An was frightened and Yang Wei's face was slightly solemn.

The entire ear chamber was filled with crisscrossing sword lights, and the entire piggy bank looked like a cage.

Then, accompanied by wailing and cursing, the fat Taoist priest held the Bagua mirror on his head, and countless rays of light fell down, protecting him. At the same time, he rushed out carrying the puppet of the Mahayana monk, shouting:

"Close the door quickly!"

Xu An and Yang Wei reacted instantly, and the moment he rushed out, they closed the heavy bronze door with a click.

Suddenly, the formation was locked and the light dissipated.

In the entire passage of the bronze underground palace, only the fat Taoist priest was left leaning against the wall, gasping for breath.

Xu An turned his head to look, and found that this guy had countless sword marks all over his body, and his Taoist robe was cut into pieces and hung on his body with difficulty.

There were many shallow bloodstains on its body, which were bright red, like a bloody corpse, which was very scary.

Most importantly.

Above the fat Taoist's head, the Bagua mirror suspended in the void hung down like a diamond glass, an impenetrable light shield.

It was this thing that blocked more than 90% of the sword's power, thus saving his life.

"Wuliang's ancestor's Tianzun, this is the Wanhua Sword Intent. If you practice it to the extreme, you can even cut down the stars in the sky. I almost died in it!"

Xu An and Yang Wei looked very unhappy and could not help but say:

"Who told you to be so greedy and rush in without any precautions?"

"Under such an attack, you can still survive. I don't know whether to say you are lucky or rely on a lot of luck."

The moment the sword light appeared, Xu An sensed the terrifying power.

He had no doubt that even if he threw a mountain in there, it would be chopped into pieces in an instant by this powerful sword intent.

"Stop arguing, let me take it easy!"

The fat Taoist priest sat down on the spot, first put away his sword puppet, then took out a pill and swallowed it, and began to practice on the spot.

Suddenly, a strong divine light burst out from his body and flowed continuously.

Xu An once again discovered that the fat Taoist priest was very different from the two of them.

In his body, there was a powerful energy and blood flowing, as if an ancient savage dragon was gradually reviving and bursting with astonishing power.

These qi and blood circulated rapidly in his body like waves hitting rocks.

Soon, the sword wounds on his body surface left by the residual power of the Wanhua Sword Intent began to heal rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not only that, Xu An and Yang Wei also saw that the fat Taoist's purple palace was like a mirror lake that condensed infinite magical power.

In a trance, it seemed to reflect everything in the world, and illuminate the stars in the sky, every ray of light shining brightly.

On his chest, there is a morality like a chain, forming a series of gorgeous chains, as if they were cast by the road, lying back and forth.

And his limbs revealed a strange fluctuation, as if connected to the power of heaven and earth, enough to stir up the wind and clouds and support the strange feeling in all directions.

"What kind of method is he practicing?"

These three consecutive differences made Xu An ask questions unconsciously.

"The method he practices is very ancient, not a method used today. Could it be an ancient secret technique?"

Yang Wei was also shocked. Considering the fat guy's previous performance, his knowledge of ancient things seemed to be fabricated but he actually knew them like the back of his hand.

And with his experience of robbing countless tombs and uncovering countless ancient secrets, this speculation is very likely to be correct.

"What are you chirping about? You want to learn? Unfortunately, even if I wanted to teach you, I don't have the ability. You are all ghosts, without flesh bodies, so you can't learn."

Just as I was curious, I saw that the fat Taoist priest had completed his training. His frail appearance quickly disappeared, replaced by a lively and energetic appearance.

He muttered something, then laughed:

"When you have transcended the tribulation and become immortals, and reshaped your bodies amidst the heavenly punishment, becoming ghost immortals, it is not impossible for me, the Taoist Master, to teach you the secret method. However, when that time comes, I will have to let you start all over again, and I don't know if you are willing to do that."

Yang Wei and Xu An looked at each other without saying anything.

This fat guy really has a huge secret.

What is his background?

"Come on, go on, let's be happy."

Seeing that they were silent, the fat Taoist pointed to the last ear chamber and said to Yang Wei:

"My Lord Judge, are you ready to receive your treasure?"

After saying that, the fat Taoist priest held the Heaven-concealing Stone in his hand, raised his hand, and pressed directly on the dent of the last hinged door.

In an instant, countless intertwined engraved patterns lit up, connecting end to end with the light emitted by the stone, forming a complete and flawless formation.

With a click, the bronze door opened directly.

In front of Xu An and the others, a long and huge dragon bone was directly exposed in the ear chamber!

"Hiss, this is outrageous."

"True dragons are only legends in ancient records. Only mythical beasts with dragon bodies exist. For example, in the Three Realms today, although there are Yinglong, Jiaolong, Shuilong, Huolong, and many other dragons, they are not pure bloodlines. But there is actually a dragon bone here?"

The fat Taoist priest's eyes widened and his lips trembled. He felt that he had lost at least 100 million.

The skeleton in front of me is almost ten feet long. In addition to the obvious cage-like ribs in the chest and abdomen, the characteristics of the dragon head, horned dragon tail, and dragon claws are all very obvious.

"This should be the skeleton of a young dragon, right? Those in the Three Realms today can't be considered true dragons, right?"

Xu An narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling that the situation was beyond his understanding.

This fat Taoist priest never stops talking until he shocks people. In his eyes, Yinglong is not even a real dragon?

"Of course, the real dragon only exists in legends. It is a true ancient mythical beast with the terrifying power to swallow the sky and the earth and easily bite immortals to death."

"Everything has its destiny and laws. Such powerful beings are often born only a few times. Even though the bloodlines they leave behind can be used to improve their ancestors through repairs, bone and blood tempering, etc., to bring out their own strength, they are not pure blood after all."

"A creature like Yinglong simply has a very pure bloodline. In the process of reverting to its ancestral roots, it has, to a certain extent, forged its own path. If you really want to call it a dragon, there's nothing wrong with that, but it's not pure."

Xu An was shocked. The fat Taoist priest's words contained a huge amount of information, which was madly impacting his cognitive system.

On the other side, Yang Wei looked at him meaningfully without saying anything.

The moment he activated his magic power, his entire body was covered in a divine light.

Holding the Yin Dragon Spear, he circulated the energy of incense to cover his body surface.

After increasing his combat power to the extreme, he stepped into the ear chamber.

In an instant, a wisp of black gas suddenly appeared from the dragon skeleton, condensed into an illusory figure of a young dragon, let out a strong roar, and rushed straight towards Yang Wei!